Colours are here,
Colours are there,
Colours were made
To give off some flair.
A marvelous miracle,
A spectrum of light.
Colours, made clear,
To spruce up the white.
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(Classy) Rhymes
Poesia"I can't quite contain All the things in my brain So I let them out to see If demons can truly be free". - Excerpt from poem.13 Well then, enjoy (I hope) this assortment of my (original) poems. Don't take them without permission, please. And, well...
